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Post by Reagan on Sept 5, 2013 10:31:52 GMT -8
Reagan had shut his eyes. His hunting was not exactly a-typical. He liked to try and talk to his prey and see if they could be reasoned with. He hated jumping to straight to the kill. So he had his eyes shut as he tried to convince himself that the act had been absolutely necessary. He was so focused on his thoughts that he didn't notice the sound of approaching footsteps. He felt the cold touch of metal on his kin but there was not enough time to react before he felt it cut into his skin.
"GOD DAMN IT!" he exclaimed, jerking his arm away from the blade. He held up his arm so he could examine the wound. It was a small cut, maybe an inch long and not very deep however thick red blood flowed from the wound and down his arm to his hand. "I think a finger prick may have been sufficient," he mumbled, looking grumpily at the injury. He tried to flick the blood off his arm but it just made a bigger mess. "For future reference let it be known I'm a heavy bleeder."
Looking up at the company he examined their faces, looking especially at the latest addition who he had had in a headlock not to long ago. "Well before we start doing anything how about names?" He let a big grin spread on his face erasing all of the anger and irritation. "I'll go first. Reagan Williams at your service." He went to give them all a small, humorous salute however stopped when he remembered the blood dripping down his arm.
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Post by Saal on Sept 5, 2013 15:33:34 GMT -8
Satisfied that this group is, at least, not one of the faceless monsters Saal introduces himself second, "I'm called Saal, mostly." He gave a sweeping, theatrical bow., "Servant of the Lord and Cazador de monstoros." Sheathing his weaponry, Saal looked over at the police (?) woman and young man. "The students are dead. These abominations are not the kind to take hostages." We need to get out of here before my gunfire draws more attention --he thinks.
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Post by Jacklyn on Sept 5, 2013 15:59:42 GMT -8
"Name's Jacklyn," Jack says, giving a short and abrupt wave, "But you can call me Jack for short. Anyways, Salamander here is right. The students are probably already dead. We can go ahead and look through this tunnel some more, but it's very unlikely that thing kept them alive for very long. I think the best idea right now is to get the hell out of here before we get spotted by the real police."
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Post by Icarus on Sept 5, 2013 19:46:13 GMT -8
"Icarus" he spoke as he gave a subtle nod to the group and sheathed his swords. "Now that we are all introduced and best friends for life, let's carry on with this matter." Icarus continued with a change in tone; now begin to sound more as if he were pleading. "Are we really just going to give up on these kids? I spoke to that thing back there and from what I gathered, he wasn't killing them, he was torturing them. You guys can do what you want, I'm going to check the class room." Icarus started for the entrance. his fist clenched tight and blood seeped from his fingers. I refuse to believe I couldn't save at least one person.
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Post by Reagan on Sept 5, 2013 21:53:23 GMT -8
Reagan watched after Icarus as he strode away. Licking his lips he had a small internal argument with himself. He was bleeding and a little tired but he saw Icarus' point. He also saw Jack's point about the cops, but there was a tugging feeling in his chest he felt drawing him in Icarus' direction. Looking back towards Saal and Jack he shrugged. "If there's a possibility they're alive I have to see. Days not done till there are bodies." He made a face of disgust. "Or body parts." Turning on his heels he jogged after the shorter man.
Looking back down on his wound he grimaced. He did not want to ruin another shirt but he was leaking all over the place. Pausing for a moment he looked between the three other hunters. "By any chance would any of you have something I can wrap this thing with?" He felt like such a fool asking but oh lord there was so much blood coming from this tiny little cut! It was ridiculous! And messy!
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Post by Saal on Sept 6, 2013 13:14:13 GMT -8
Saal pulled out a fresh roll of bandages and tossed it to Reagan, "I keep some spares on hand." Looking over to Icarus he said, "If you're talking about Hughm (HUM) 167 I was already there. All I saw was the creature looking half melted when it attacked me. If there's anything in there the 'real' police will have found it," he emphasizes real with some finger quotations and and glance at Jack. "If you must look for the students, I would assume there's some type of base down here... Though I do wonder why it was in mid change when I walked in on him-- it," he sighed.
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Post by Jacklyn on Sept 6, 2013 13:32:47 GMT -8
"For one, a classroom is a terrible place to keep students hostage. The rooms are cleaned at least three times a week and classes are taught during the day. Keep in mind these kids have been gone for at least 5 days and most of them much longer than that. If on any off chance they are still alive, they won't be kept hostage in such a populated place. The mummy man is right, if they are anywhere, they'll probably be down here somewhere," Jack shrugs and sighs with contempt.
She pulls out her creature reference journal, "From what I have gathered, the only instance they have ever let their victim live is while attempting to impregnate females. They shapeshift into a woman's husband and allow the husband to come back once it has finished mating. It doesn't seem like this is what it's doing in this situation. They don't usually torture either." Jack walks up to Reagan and Icarus, "I don't want to leave you guys alone, though. If you're going to go look for these kids, I got your back. I might be able to help with the police situation," She pulls out her badge and flings it around playfully.
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Post by Icarus on Sept 6, 2013 17:23:57 GMT -8
Icarus stopped in his tracks. His body tensed up as his frustration grew more and more noticeable. Without even turning around, Icarus began speaking to the rest of the group. "Well then since you guys seem to have a bit more knowledge of these things and what they do, maybe one of you would like to lead the search." Icarus turned to face them now, his fist still clenched and bloody and his expression was fixed in a determined glare. "If you think these kids are dead, you may be right. You may be wrong. But Reagan here has a point. This either ends with bodies or people. And forgive me for not trusting the cops to solve this crime, but I personally would rest easier knowing these parents have closure. Everyone deserves closure..." Icarus' headed lowered ever so slightly as those last words escaped him. "So where shall we head?"
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Post by Reagan on Sept 8, 2013 17:46:55 GMT -8
Reagan dipped his chin down slightly, eyeing Icarus with curious, purple eyes. His lips were pressed into a hard line as he tried to read the other man's body language. He could see there was something behind the words he spoke but Reagan asked no questions. When he'd seen enough he lifted his chin and turned to look towards Jack and Saal.
"Thanks," he said nodding his head at Saal. He quickly wrapped the small cut on his arm, ripping it with his teeth when he was done and tucked the loose end in the wraps.
"If you two don't feel like coming along feel free to leave, I can watching his back." Reagan didn't expect anyone else in the strange, little group to care about each other considering they had all just met but Reagan could already feel them growing on him. "However we could use the help." His lips pulled back into a pristinely white grin that reached into his eyes which sparkled in the dim light.
"I believe there are electrical control rooms that are accessed through the tunnels. The only time anyone goes in there is for maintenance I believe. Perhaps we should start there." He said as he turned back to Icarus. He looked down at the man's bloody fist. "You need some bandaging?"
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Post by Saal on Sept 8, 2013 20:46:44 GMT -8
With a sigh of to the Lord himself, Saal resigned to spend the rest of his night in the filthy sewers. "A shepard should never abandon his flock," he grimaced through his wrappings. He pulled out a small contraption and what looked like a Tupperware container filled with iron and silver rounds. He began sliding the large caliber rounds into this small device which apparently helped keep the magazine spring down as her loaded the rounds. He sat on the floor, struggling as the magazine continued to fill; two silver, two iron, two silver etc. He finished by hand-loading a round into the chamber and cocking his weapon. Glancing over at this strange group he decided it would not be so terrible to learn what they knew about 'shifters' as they call them.
"So, what were we fighting here?"
Not that it matters, already know how to kill it.
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Post by Jacklyn on Sept 8, 2013 21:40:05 GMT -8
Jack nodded at Reagan, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure we passed by one of the passages to get to the rooms on our way over here. I think it's this way." Jack began to lead the way to the control rooms, eager to finish this job and leave before they have to deal with any police. She watched carefully where she was stepping, hoping to see some kind of human remains (and being sure not to slip in the sewer water again).
Keeping her eyes on the ground, she responded to Saal, "That thing we fought is called a Shapeshifter. As you probably saw, they can mock the appearance of anyone they want. However, every time they want to change, they have to shed their previous skin. Thats what all this gooey shit is all over the ground," she gestures around to the slimy flesh scattered across the sewer floor.
"What's worse about these things is when they shift into somebody, they are an exact copy, down to the fingerprints. In addition, they have access to the person's memories. They know where the person lives, who they're friends with, who they're married to. They can easily trick anybody that isn't looking for one.
"There are a few ways to tell when someone is a shifter. For one, their eyes flare when filmed on a camera. It is rumored that dogs can sense when someone's a shifter. And of course the simplest way to tell is through their sensitivity to silver. For obvious, the most popular weakness hunters like to use against them is silver. The only other thing you can use to kill one is Iridium."
Jack sighs, "Well, that's the gist of it. Shapeshifters 101 brought to you by yours truly." She glances back at them, "Now if you don't mind me asking, how exactly did I run into 3 other hunters on this one mission? Up until now I haven't encountered any running the same job as me." She looks over at Icarus, "How about you, pretty boy? What's your story?"
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Post by Icarus on Sept 8, 2013 22:36:15 GMT -8
Icarus let out a breath, not far from a sigh as he followed behind the dark haired girl he now knew as Jack. He kindly denied the bandage offer by the man with kind purple eyes and instead pulled out an old bandana from his rear pocket and quickly wrapped it around is blood hand. It likely would have bled less is he had simply not clenched his fist so much, but Icarus had a knack for letting his emotions get the best of him. His brow raised and his eyes began to wander in no particular direction as the girl spoke to him. The dimly lit sewer echoed now with 4 pairs of footsteps, each clattering with their owners personality. He couldn't help but chuckle of being referred to as 'pretty boy'. It had been awhile since Icarus had any real interaction with people, let alone spent the time getting to know anyone. "There isn't much to know about me. I wouldn't call myself a hunter quite yet because to be honest, I don't really know what one is. I've been on the road for some time now, traveling on a whim and helping who I can on the way. I use to work on word of mouth and rumors, but I recently...acquired a computer as well as some information on this Hunter's Union thing?" Icarus took a moment to look at his new acquaintances to see if any knew what he was referring to, but before he could even get confirmation, he shifted the conversation elsewhere. "What about you big guy? Got a story?"
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Post by Reagan on Sept 9, 2013 15:30:35 GMT -8
Reagan gave the light in his hand a twirl before pointing it in the direction Jack started walked. Turning back to the bandaged man he tossed back the extra bandages. "Thank you for that," he said with a charming smiling and a polite nod.
He listened in on the conversation but kept to himself for the most part, watching the walls and looking for any kind of evidence or clues. He heard mention of the Hunter's Union and opened his mouth to comment, but before he had the chance Icarus was changing the subject. It took Reagan a second to realize the next question had been directed at him.
"Oh um, ya I guess I do." But he decided not to tell them everything. For some reason the thought of spilling all his mommy and daddy issues out then in the depths of a sewer system didn't feel quite right. "I think I would call myself a hunter. I mean that's what you call someone who chases and kills shits for a living, right?" His lips had pulled back into a humorous grin as he looked over at the rest of the group. "What about you two?" He said nodding at Saal and Jack.
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Post by Saal on Sept 9, 2013 16:28:23 GMT -8
"I am also aware of this hunter union. My American contact was the one who showed me the website," Saal began as he cut away the bloodied bandages from his earlier laceration. Revealing his scarred forearm, he grimaced and let out a slight gasp as the "fresh" air touched his burning skin. Beginning to wind new bandages around the site he continued through grit teeth, " Where I am from they call someone like me cazador de monstoros or une padre rojo. I kill the abominations that feast on the flock of the Lord."
He notices the looks from the others, and gave a knowing sigh. Looking around the sewers for the words to explain, Saal answers the questions he's comfortable answering before they're voiced, "No, it never stops burning. My skin. Every day, I have to unwind the bandages and replace them with fresh ones. Exposing my body to the air is like living through it again." He shrugs, "it's better to be clean than comfortable."
Looking over at Jack, "your turn inspector gadget."
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Post by Jacklyn on Sept 9, 2013 17:24:41 GMT -8
Jack lets out a sarcastic laugh at Saal's Inspector Gadget comment and looks over at him, "ha ha. Yo, nicknames are my thing. Stop copying or I'll have to send Brendan Fraser on your wrapped ass." She turns her head back to the ground, "I'm actually looking for my sister," an overwhelming feeling of worry and adrenaline rushed over her as she thought back on the night her sister was taken. "Something… took her. I still don't know what it was. I tried to stop it but I couldn't. That's how I got this," She holds up her arm in display, "Damn thing practically melted my damn arm off. I swore to myself I'd protect her, but I couldn't. So," She sighs, "I'm trying to find the thing and kill it. I'm not sure if my sister is alive, but even if she isn't, I won't be able to rest properly at night until that shithead is dead." She began to feel her face get hot in anger and slight embarrassment. She realized too late how much information she had just revealed about herself to a pack of complete strangers.
Maybe that wasn't such a hot idea. Oh well.
Jack spots the path to the control rooms in the corner of her eye and stops, "Well, here we are." She turns onto the path and they reach the control rooms. No doubt about it, the shifter spent a lot of time here. There were piles of fleshy goop all over the ground and walls. So far there was no sign of severed body parts or pieces of human guts. "Maybe they're in some of these locked rooms," She gestures to a line of 3 small locked rooms, all dark in the windows. "Anyone wanna lend me a hand with these?" she asks, implying them help her kick down the doors.
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